Mo Shulin didn't expect such a respected master to be reliable, so he turned around and went to the kitchen, ready to serve tea.
To avoid fire entanglements, the kitchen was built separately from the main house. In order to prevent insects and termites, the main house was raised by a section. If Mo Shulin wanted to go to the kitchen, he could no longer walk along the outdoor corridor with a canopy, and had to walk through the knee-deep snow.
It is indeed troublesome to go to the kitchen, but in order to win White jade tea's favor, there must be some etiquette.
The snow has stopped. Wrapped in silver, holy and beautiful. The scenery of Yuexue Peak this time is as independent as its owner, with a repulsive... demonic aura. Thinking of those tender, white and delicate feet, Mo Shulin felt that the white snow on the mountain paled.
I don't know when I can forget those messy pictures. Mo Shulin was really annoyed by the lingering feet in his mind.
Mo Shulin, who was only ten years old, finally opened the kitchen door, only to find that the kitchen was empty.
The dust in the kitchen is as thick as a fingernail. There are no daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, and the pots and kitchen knives are rusty. The cutting board had obviously grown over mushrooms, so it could be seen that not only had the cutting board not been stained with greasy things, but it hadn't even seen the light a few times. The kitchen door is closed all year round, so it is extremely protected from light and heat preservation.
That's right, Mahayana monks don't need to eat. The kitchen has never been used since it was built from a thatched cottage.
Fortunately, there were still some items in Mo Shulin's storage bag.
He took out the tea set, saucer, tea leaves, and Lingquan from the storage bag, and heated the Lingquan with the firewood that had been in the kitchen for an unknown amount of time. Finally, there was hot water to make tea.
After making tea, Mo Shulin didn't forget to warm the water, thinking that he could have a sip of hot tea later to warm his body.
Mo Shulin returned to the main hall with the brewed tea.
White jade tea was still reading the script with relish, with his head leaning on the back of the chair, his clean feet curled up on the armrests of the chair, his whole body balled up. I have finished reading the last book, and now this book is called "The Ghost King Tyrant Marries the Pear Blossom Fairy".
Perhaps the plot was too tense and terrifying, the toes were slightly curled up and clasped the armrests of the chair, and the hands holding the book were stiff and hard, leaving some marks on the book cover. The content was so exciting, White jade tea frowned, bit her lip with her teeth, held her breath, and fixed her eyes on the words, fearful and unwilling to put down the book.
"..." Mo Shulin could only wait aside holding tea.
After a short while, White jade tea finished the thrilling episode and reached the transitional chapter. He exhaled slowly, and his whole body relaxed. The feet that were originally on the armrests also slowly straightened as the body relaxed, returning to the lazy posture of the armrests of the chair. Those feet dangled in mid-air again, as if they were still reminiscing about the exciting scene, but they didn't notice Mo Shulin who was standing beside him.
Mahayana practitioners are so vigilant. No wonder White jade tea was so easily framed in her previous life. Mo Shulin had only worshiped White jade tea as his teacher for half an hour, and he knew that White jade tea was really unsuspecting.
With his feet still shaking, Mo Shulin held his breath and didn't know where to look. Cruel-hearted, he simply knelt down in front of White jade tea, and offered the tea respectfully with both hands, "Thank you for taking me in, Master, and invite you to drink tea."
White jade tea was stunned for a moment when he saw the tea, but when he met Shang Mo Shulin's dark eyes, he realized that he was no longer alone, but had an extra disciple.
"Yes, yes. You have to drink tea as a teacher. Okay, I'll drink it." White jade tea realized later.
White jade tea put down the storybook, stepped on the shoes, the red robe covered the feet, only two tender toes like lotus root buds were exposed, and she was ashamed to hide it, making her even more cute.
Mo Shulin blushed when he saw it. After all, he was a child, and he didn't have too many thoughts that he shouldn't have. He just felt that this master was so serious, and that he lost face to the Xian family sect. It's really a rabbit monster, and its behavior is monster-like. It's obviously a human being, but it doesn't have the courtesy, justice and shame that a human being should have. Mo Shulin was ashamed of this, and felt that he should correct his words and deeds so that he would not be reborn in vain.
White jade tea took Mo Shulin's tea. It was fragrant and moderate in temperature. Although it wasn't the best spiritual tea, it was still a good one among mortals.
"Not bad, good tea." White jade tea praised politely.
White jade tea felt that he should not disappoint his apprentice, so he drank it up after two sips.
Ordinary people take a sip or two of meaning, and start setting up the door rules with the air of a master. Ren Mo Shulin was a human being in two lifetimes, and this was the first time he saw such a violent scene of drinking apprentice tea.
Mo Shulin saw White jade tea smacking his lips after he finished drinking, obviously drinking very well.
In order to establish the image of a good apprentice who is well-behaved, sensible, considerate and caring, Mo Shulin could only ask cautiously: "Master, do you want to drink?"
White jade tea was stunned for a moment. Originally, he only wanted to show his apprentice face, but he didn't want his apprentice to think that he was thirsty. But facing his apprentice's dark and innocent eyes, White jade tea was too embarrassed to refuse, so he could only reply, "Okay, then, let's have another drink."
The sensible and considerate apprentice Mo Shulin could only go to the kitchen to pour another cup of tea through the knee-deep snow.
However, White jade tea is a common man who doesn't waste a single bit of food. This teacup is nothing more than a hand-painted blue and white porcelain tureen with a larger palm. White jade tea, who forgot to learn his lesson while waiting for the tea, drank it in two or three sips.
Mo Shulin: "..."
Mo Shulin didn't expect Mo Shulin to like drinking tea so much, so he could only ask cautiously, "Master, do you want more?"
Only then did White jade tea realize, "..."
Facing his apprentice's dark eyes that were cautious for fear that he would get angry, White jade tea couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Then, let's do it."
Such a cute little apprentice, how could he break the heart of the little apprentice.
The tea poured by the apprentice must be drunk.
The apprentice's question must be answered.
The two people talking about the chicken and the duck just like this one cup after another. After drinking seven or eight cups of white jade tea until his stomach swelled from drinking it, he thought of an excuse, "By the way, as a master, I should give you something."
There was no table in the room, so White jade tea used magic to put the teacup on another chair.
Seeing the teacup that was finally far away, both of them breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
Finally no more tea.
Finally, there is no need to pour tea.
White jade tea took out the storage bag and looked inside while digging out, but the more he dug out, the more he frowned.
The scene was once awkward.
Seeing White jade tea's expression, Mo Shulin hurried to save the scene, "Master, you don't need to spend money. This disciple's spiritual root is injured and he cannot cultivate with spiritual energy. Spirit stones are equivalent to ordinary money, and magic weapons are even more useless to me. I can be taken in by the master." It is a great honor for the disciple, and the disciple is extremely grateful to the master. Instead of storing those things as waste products with the disciple, it is better for the master to keep them in his hands and realize their due value."
Mo Shulin exaggerated a little.
His spiritual roots were indeed injured, but his cultivation was still there, and he barely maintained at the seventh level of Qi training. Due to the influence of demonic energy, he could not enter the realm with this cultivation base. If the spiritual root is completely abolished, how can he cultivate the magic cultivation technique in his previous life
Mo Shulin just said that because he didn't want to embarrass the poor White jade tea.
And White jade tea can take him in and give him the title of closed disciple, Mo Shulin is already very content.
"That's right." White jade tea slid down the steps built by his disciples, and put the ball of white rabbit fur that he took out with great difficulty back into the storage bag, his fair cheeks flushed a little.
It was the rabbit fur he shed last year. Although it is not as expensive as the rabbit fur that was shaved directly, it can be sold for money if collected. It's always a bit strange to give an apprentice his own body hair.
Mo Shulin didn't know that it was White jade tea's rabbit fur, but thought it was something like cotton to keep out the cold.
When he saw the little hair ball, he felt as if millions of monsters ran past him. If he didn't say anything, would White jade tea want to give him a ball of hair
The master gave the apprentice a ball of hair, which is too ridiculous. And the quantity is so small that it is not enough to make a finger cot. His master is really poor to the level of a god.
Mo Shulin thought that in his two lives, he was used to strong winds and waves, but he never thought that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. White jade tea is really a genius in the world of masters.
White jade tea felt that it was not good to give nothing, so he took a few books from the storage bag and handed them to Mo Shulin, "Now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, there is nothing to do, just read it on weekdays and pass the time. "
The elder's offering was almost delivered, White jade tea thought, it would not be too late to buy something for the little apprentice after the offering was delivered. It's all because he doesn't have the habit of saving money, and he spends it every month when he receives the sect's offerings. Now he is really poor and empty.
Mo Shulin thought it was a martial arts move or a secret book for strengthening his body, so he took the book from White jade tea with a smile on his face.
However, when he saw the title of the book, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
Master really dare to give it.
"The Most Demon-Taming and Unfeeling Immortal", "The Highly Priced Wife Who Overcame the Tribulation", "The Waste of Firewood Farmer's Farming Counterattack on the Road to Cultivating Immortals", "Pretty Doctor Immortal, Don't Run", "It's Unstoppable to Mess with the Demon Lord"
The names of the first few books are very gaudy. The relationship between the Three Realms was getting tense, and even White jade tea still had a love story about the demon king. This is simply testing on the edge of danger. No wonder White jade tea was so easily framed in her previous life. Reading these books all day will break the minds of Mahayana practitioners.
No matter how turbulent his heart was, Mo Shulin still took the book given by White jade tea seriously, and thanked Master as calmly as possible.
"Well. Then you find a place to settle yourself. There are no other people on the mountain, so don't be restrained. The house is small, and I don't have much work to do here. Take care of your body first. It's cold recently, and the mountain is dangerous. Don't go out, stay more Read a book and drink tea in the room. My bedroom is on the right. If you have something to do, you can find me next door. If you have nothing to do, you can talk to me." White jade tea felt that nothing happened, and said, "Then I'll go back to my room Rest." It's still comfortable to go back to the room and read a book.
Mo Shulin gave White jade tea respectfully, and he didn't know what to complain about.
One look at White jade tea and you can tell that White jade tea is a rabbit spirit who doesn't work hard, doesn't know the grain, and hasn't even kept a pet. Fortunately, he wasn't really a ten-year-old kid, otherwise White jade tea would definitely spoil him if he raised him like this.
But no matter how unreliable White jade tea was, no matter how dilapidated the house was, Yuexue Peak was always a good place to go.
In his last life, he was just an outer disciple who was oppressed by others, but in this life he somehow got the title of a closed disciple.
Thinking that there would be a mid-grade Lingshi to get without taking any missions every month, Mo Shulin felt that the air was extremely fresh, and even the snow-like weather was exceptionally beautiful.
There is not much difference between a thatched cottage and a small farmyard.
The thatched cottage is only one story high. To the north are White jade tea's bedroom, main hall and study. The east row is the residence of the disciples, which is divided into four equal rooms. The house on the north side and the house on the east side are connected by an outdoor corridor. To the west is the kitchen, and to the south is the collapsed courtyard gate. It is estimated that there used to be a fence in the yard, which happened to surround the yard into a square shape. It's just that the fence couldn't stand the baptism of the years at first, and it was not repaired after it broke.
Mo Shulin chose the one closest to the study. There are beds, tables, and cabinets in the room. Although there is as much dust as the kitchen, the wood is strong. Mo Shulin tried it out, but he didn't take out the bed from the storage bag when he thought it was okay. If he can save some, who knows if he will have another one after this bed breaks down.
It was impossible to read what White jade tea gave. As a disciple, Mo Shulin naturally did what a disciple should do.
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